my thoughts are like the starsinfiniteforming patterns of 3 dimensionaland always movingfractals.it is the pathway of my mindand i can see itevery time i close my eyes.things fall from the sky;minor details from the past like photographsand giraffesand the wizard of ozi know it might sound oddbut i sometimes wonderif my thoughts are the starsand we are all everywhereall the timeand if we used our mindto a fuller extentif i wouldn't be seen as crazyand this would all make sense.